The pitch woman slunk through the trees. She was all black except for her one red eye and some swirls of butter- and cream-colored fur swirling along her sides, but conveniently they were covered when she folded her wings. She was a terrifying sight, tall and dark. She was more muscled than an average female, due to a lifetime of flying and running. Her eyes peered around, taking in everything.
She’d been prowling around for about thirty minutes before a call hit her audits. The mysterious dragon, eyes piercing the air, flew toward it. She landed quietly in the shadows of the clearing, then spoke as she moved forward. She noted with satisfaction she startled all of them. “My name is Daenerys, Forger of Steel, Breaker of Diamond. I come to join a pack.” She proudly displayed her folded wings. One would notice that she rolled her ‘r’s beautifully. “I am a dragon of the sky, born to fight and conquer.” Daenerys waited for a reply.
It came from the male whom she assumed to be in the role of leadership. “Daenerys, hello. I am King Rambaldi of Amaya.
“Daenerys, Delilah, and Marigold. Amaya begins today. The rules are as following: No member of Amaya is ever to begin quarrels with another pack. There are no affairs, no laying with minors, no treason against our pack. If you murder a member of our pack, especially unprovoked, you will be killed or banished as I deem absolutely fit and necessary. And, last but not least, nobody is allowed to aid or abet a wolf who has committed major crimes in Amaya or another pack. I would like to see Daenerys as delta, and the sigmas will be Marigold and Delilah.” The woman of fire and night listened closely. Should another wolf arrive, they’d catch Rambaldi at the tail end of his speech. The lady of terror and flight nodded to herself. Delta was a position she’d fit well.

“Fire cannot kill a dragon.”